“Carrie!” I called at her. There was anger in my voice. “Do you know what the fuck you’re doing?” She jumped at the tone of my voice but she...recovered quickly. “I’m not sure but it really feels good” and she gave me a cocky smirk and then giggled. I was getting pretty sick of all the smirking lately. “Carrie, get your ass over here!” I demanded. Right then the phone rang. I jerked my thumb in the direction of the kitchen, indicating that she go answer it. She went and I felt- prematurely-. Did he like? She looked at him in the mirror, catching the expression on his face. Yes, he liked. Your move, she thought to herself. He got up from the sofa and in three steps was right behind her. He bent his head down and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. He raised his hands from his sides and skimmed her bare belly before alighting on her lace-covered breasts. They both watched his hands, now covering her bra, barely touching, now reaching for the clasp in the front, now unhooking,. More

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